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Playing Hooky	By : rainey Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3: Wishing gum.
*Bradie’s P.O.V*
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I tucked my hands under my thighs to keep them from shaking.
Oh my GOD.
Was he serious? He certainly appeared to be. I looked back at the small grocery store.
I was playing hooky with Orlando Bloom.
My life rocks so much!
I briefly wondered what Lindsay thought of my rapid departure, before realizing that I didn’t give a damn what Lindsay thought.
“Where to?” He asked with a lopsided grin.
“I don’t know, what would you like to see?”
He sighed vehemently. “A world without war, poverty, famine and telemarketers.”
I rolled my eyes. “I meant today.” ”I’m still game for the zoo if you are, love.”
“I was mostly kidding.”
“I’m not.”
“You seriously want to go to the zoo?”
He nodded, looking somewhat gleeful.
“I don’t believe this.”
We drove a couple more minuets in silence until he looked over at me thoughtfully.
“How long’s it been?”
Since what? Since…I took a shower? Since I hit puberty? Since I ditched last work? Since I got laid?
I wondered fleetingly if there was some sort of special celebrity school where they give classes on being vague.
“Since you last went to the zoo…” He clarified.
“Oh!...uh…..I don’t know….I don’t actually think I’ve ever been to the Montreal Zoo. Before that? I guess my dad used to take me when I was a kid…”
I shrugged. “It’s been a while.”
Orlando looked slightly aghast.
“Well then, it’s high time you went.”
“Oh, and I suppose you find the time to go frequently in between shoots.”
“As a matter of fact I do.”
“Bullshit.”
“I resent that! I’ve been to the zoo at least twice this year…which is twice more than you I might add.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“The whole world’s ridiculous, luv, I just try to stay one step ahead.”
I shook my head in disbelief, reaching into my pocket for a place to stick my trembling hand.
Hello? What was this?
“Gum?” I offered.
He looked at me blankly for a moment.
“Sure.” He held out his hand.
“Here,” I said impulsively, “You can have the wishing gum.”
“Wishing gum?”
Yup, it’s official…if I were any stupider, I would be Jessica Simpson.
“The one that came out of the spot under the little cardboard window….you’re supposed to leave it until last and then wish on it.” I explained cheekily.
It was in that moment that a blinding epiphany hit me: This is why I don’t get dates….note to self: STOP BEING SUCH A DUMBASS…wishing gum is the kind of thing that’s only cool in preschool…who am I kidding? It was lame in preschool too.
“Wishing gum?” He repeated.
I realized I was blushing, instead of looking repulsed by my blatant stupidity, he appeared mildly intrigued.
“Yeah.”
“Who told you that?”
“Jesus.”
There was a long pause, before I cracked a huge grin. To my intense relief, he started to laugh, almost to the point of tears.
“The Lord came down and told you about wishing gum?”
“Actually, he just text messaged me.” I said, praying he wasn’t religious.
“You’re very refreshing, you know.”
“Thank you, I bathe daily.”
“No…” He said through a laugh. “I mean you’re good company…a nice change of pace.”
“Thanks…I guess…do you still want that gum?”
“Sure…what should I wish for?”
“Fame and fortune?”
“Cute…seriously though…what should I wish for?”
“Don’t tell me, it won’t come true…”
“And you think I’m ridiculous?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Ok. Done…now what?”
“Chew it. I think- turn here!”
The rental car screeched to a halt and did a sharp 90 degree turn.
“I thought the zoo was downtown…”
“It is, well, sorta….I just wanted to swing by my place and pick up some clothes.”
“I like the jumper.” He teased. “It makes you look…”
“…twelve?” I finished.
“I was going to say wholesome.”
“It’s a good thing you said that, otherwise I might have developed an inferiority complex.”
He looked over at me playfully again.
“How old are you?”
I pondered this thoughtfully.
“Let’s put it this way, legally you could fuck me… but you couldn’t video tape it.”
The car swerved sharply.
“Good answer.”
“I try.” I beamed internally knowing that he had not seen that one coming.
There was a pause.
“Do you have any more gum?”
“No…what happened to yours?”
“Swallowed it.”
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